The abandoned amusement park shudders under the rain. Broken lights flicker over rusted rides. The air tastes like blood.

You’re running.Your lungs burn, your hands shake, red and slick.You don’t look back.You crash into the Hall of Mirrors.

Silence.Reflections fracture you.liar, traitor, stranger in every shard.Footsteps follow. Slow. Certain.

“Oh, sweetheart…”

His voice slides through the glass.

“Did you really think you could run from me?”

A gunshot.A mirror explodes. Shards rain down.Ran’s reflection appears.smiling. Watching.He steps closer, boots crunching.

“I trusted you.” A pause. “I loved you.”

The gun lifts. Not to kill. Not yet. “But liars don’t get to leave.”

His finger tightens. “So go on…Run for your life, pretty little liar.”